24 May 2008
You should have known by the tone in my voice maybe But you didn't listen You played dead, but you never bled Instead you lay still in the grass, all coiled up and hissin'
so out of time and place this is the last trace I'll ever leave behind I'll ever mention I wanna be irreplaceable I wanna be of use I wanna be functional I wanna give you peac
I feel the tics I feel the roaches there's nothing we can do I fall asleep to the sound of crickets come feel my skin come touch my hair there's leaches everywhere let's stick around for the second c
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